Eric Gofreed
Well-Known Member
It’s Winged Wednesday—where feathers, flutters, and flight steal the show. The theme this week is wide open: birds, bugs, bats, butterflies—if it’s got wings, it’s welcome.
I'm adding a group of birds that share one trait: they're white. Some are named “White-something,” others just showed up with white wings, white bellies, or a white attitude. All birds that are fully, partly, or briefly white in flight are included.
Next week I’ll be shifting to red: birds with “Red” in the name, on the crown, across the chest, or wherever nature decided to go bold.
So, whether you’re posting a snow-toned egret, a patchy-winged mockingbird, or something that just passes the “close enough” test—feel free to join the flight.
Thanks for visiting, and thanks for playing Winged Wednesday!
American White Pelican
In the air, they soar like giant kites—graceful, quiet, and perfectly coordinated.
On land or water? Less so. Big-bodied, big-billed, and slightly baffled by gravity… but somehow still pulling off elegance in bulk.
White Ibis
Wades like a monk, pokes like a professional.
That down-curved bill works like nature’s salad tongs—searching the mud for snacks with patient efficiency.
Black-backed Water-Tyrant
Black as ink until it takes flight and flashes those sharp white wing patches. Stares like a philosopher. Eats like a flycatcher.
Ovenbird
You might not notice the white belly under all that leaf-colored streaking— but it’s there, puffed with purpose and ready to shout “teacher-teacher-teacher” from the underbrush.
Male Phainopepla
Black as ink until it takes flight and flashes those sharp white wing patches. Stares like a philosopher. Eats like a flycatcher.
And pronounces its name more elegantly than anyone trying to say it.
Epilogue: :
Turns out, “white bird” is a surprisingly flexible category.
Some were named for it, others just flashed a patch and got through on a technicality.
But that’s part of the joy—seeing how nature works with a limited palette and still manages infinite variety.
Next week: the reds arrive. Birds with bold crowns, scarlet bellies, and names that shout their color before they open their beaks.
Bring on the drama. The crimson. The flaming necks and flashy tails.
I'm adding a group of birds that share one trait: they're white. Some are named “White-something,” others just showed up with white wings, white bellies, or a white attitude. All birds that are fully, partly, or briefly white in flight are included.
Next week I’ll be shifting to red: birds with “Red” in the name, on the crown, across the chest, or wherever nature decided to go bold.
So, whether you’re posting a snow-toned egret, a patchy-winged mockingbird, or something that just passes the “close enough” test—feel free to join the flight.
Thanks for visiting, and thanks for playing Winged Wednesday!
American White Pelican
In the air, they soar like giant kites—graceful, quiet, and perfectly coordinated.
On land or water? Less so. Big-bodied, big-billed, and slightly baffled by gravity… but somehow still pulling off elegance in bulk.
White Ibis
Wades like a monk, pokes like a professional.
That down-curved bill works like nature’s salad tongs—searching the mud for snacks with patient efficiency.
Black-backed Water-Tyrant
Black as ink until it takes flight and flashes those sharp white wing patches. Stares like a philosopher. Eats like a flycatcher.
Ovenbird
You might not notice the white belly under all that leaf-colored streaking— but it’s there, puffed with purpose and ready to shout “teacher-teacher-teacher” from the underbrush.
Male Phainopepla
Black as ink until it takes flight and flashes those sharp white wing patches. Stares like a philosopher. Eats like a flycatcher.
And pronounces its name more elegantly than anyone trying to say it.
Epilogue: :
Turns out, “white bird” is a surprisingly flexible category.
Some were named for it, others just flashed a patch and got through on a technicality.
But that’s part of the joy—seeing how nature works with a limited palette and still manages infinite variety.
Next week: the reds arrive. Birds with bold crowns, scarlet bellies, and names that shout their color before they open their beaks.
Bring on the drama. The crimson. The flaming necks and flashy tails.
